Chapter 53: The Flying Knife Pierced And Killed Her
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After they finished their al, Haga turned his head and looked at Amy with a smile. “Little… owner, the… check. Us… two,” he said as he held up two fingers.
Habeng’s eyes brightened instantly. “Brother, you’re going to pay for ?” He looked at Haga, surprised and happy. Finally, he has beco that old, kind big brother again.
Haga nodded, smiling.
Amy walked over to him. “You’ve had 12 roujiamos, so that is… 36 gold coins. Big Orc, are you going to pay for the al today?”
Haga nodded with a smile. “Ta… Take it out of that money.”
Amy nodded. “Oh.” She turned around. “No money to collect. When does this end? I want to count coins…” She sighed.
“You’re indeed still my good old brother,” Habeng said delightedly as he patted Haga’s shoulder. I don’t care about those 18 gold coins; I’m just happy that he is my old big brother again.
Haga nodded, smiling. He fumbled the receipt out and put it on the table. “I’m going back today. Take this receipt; it’s yours now,” he said in orc language.
“Mine? Wait a minute—I lent you money to buy this receipt, and you’ve eaten several als with this receipt these days. Now you say it’s mine? Did I buy you this breakfast, or did you buy ?” Habeng asked as he looked at Haga, a little confused. He found that his big brother’s good image that he had just pictured was starting to crumble again.
Haga thought for a mont and nodded. “Consider it my treat. We used my receipt to buy it, no?”
“Well, don’t mind that now.” Haga waved his hand. “But why do you have to go back today? We have planned to stay here for a month. There are still many things to buy, and weapons are not ready yet. What’s the rush?” he asked as he looked at his brother, puzzled.
“The Stone tribe has co looking for trouble to gold mines again. There was a small conflict the day before last; we lost two n, and a small mine was taken over by them. Father wants back to retake it and to avenge our brothers.” Haga’s face beca grave, his smile was gone, and for the first ti, he was acting like an orc warrior.
“Those bastards have co back again. Seems they didn’t learn enough last year. Brother, let go back. I’ll teach them a hard lesson.” Habeng clenched his fist; his knuckles made a cracking sound, and a vein was throbbing in his forehead.
Haga shook his head. “No, you have to stay here. Weapons are crucial to us. You have to bring them ho safely.” Then he patted Habeng on the shoulder. “Besides, your waist was wounded last year, and you’ve not recovered. Don’t worry about fighting right now.”
“I have fully recovered. I can smash their heads with my club. Look…” Then he rose from the table and tried to prove his point.
“Father said Marcus is leading the attack this ti. You can’t beat him. Besides, I’ll kill him myself.” Haga’s face was a little grim. His fist clenched, and then slowly unclenched. He patted Habeng’s shoulder, lifted his club, and walked towards the door.
Habeng looked strange when he heard that na. “Then I’ll go with you,” he said as he looked at his brother’s back.
Habeng shook his head. “No. Just stay here and buy the things we need. I’ll be back in several days and eat Mag’s delicious food again.” Then he turned back and smiled at Amy. “Good… bye, little owner.”
Amy waved her hand. “Bye, Big Orc.” Then she climbed down the chair and went to whisper to her big egg.
“Damn Marcus, how dare he attack our tribe?! Bastard,” Habeng said as he ground his teeth together. He watched Haga leave and resud his seat helplessly.
A conflict between tribes? Mag took a look at Habeng. His predecessor could speak orc language since humans’ territory was bordering orcs’. Most of the feats he had achieved had been from fighting orcs, so he could understand their language and speak it a little.
As for elf language, he was no stranger to it at all; otherwise, he wouldn’t have married an elf princess.
Mag was a little curious, but he didn’t intend to ask. He was not the kind of man who liked asking personal questions, but he would listen if they wanted to talk.
“Mag, give a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. Maybe the good food can make feel better,” Habeng said to Mag after sitting silent for a while.
“Right. Please wait a mont,” Mag said. He cooked the fried rice quickly and put it gently before Habeng.
Habeng picked up his spoon and put it down again. “Mag, if one of your best friends accidentally killed your woman, would you kill him?” Habeng asked, looking up at Mag.
Mag inclined his head slightly. “Maybe.” Perhaps Haga didn’t know how to deal with this kind of thing himself.
“Grace was my brother’s fiancée; they grew up together. Marcus belongs to Stone tribe, and is of the sa age as my brother. We didn’t have our gold mines yet and Stone tribe was very close to us. Children from two tribes always played together. My brother was the chief of children from our tribe, and Marcus was the chief of their tribe’s children. They often fought, and since they were well-matched in strength, they beca friends after fighting a few tis.
“Then we found gold mines and beca rich quickly. Everything changed afterwards. Stone tribe ca to ask for gold mines, and my father agreed to give them one or two small ones to help them shake off poverty, but they wanted half, including the biggest one. Of course, we would never agree, and we didn’t give them the small ones, either, so conflict started and has lasted more than a decade. There have been deaths on both sides.
“During one conflict, my brother and Marcus t on the field. They were both the strongest fighters among the younger generation in their respective tribes. They had never got the better of one another, and so it was that day. However, the Stone tribe played dirty—they threw a stone knife to Marcus. Grace panicked and rushed out to help my brother. She got killed by the knife.” Habeng paused a mont as he gave a sigh. “I’ve seen it, actually. Marcus intended to toss the knife aside and didn’t see her. The flying knife pierced and killed her.”
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